When The World Loses One of It’s Voices : Dr. Maya Angelou Passes Away

angelou_freeWords can’t express how deep this cuts. I’ve followed your words for years I grew up on your poems, your recent book gave me back my voice, and reinstated a deeper passion to create and continue to write from the heart. It is  Because of women like you I’m proud to say I AM A WOMAN. You taught us lil dark girls what having a voice really means, power in the tongue and being fearless in making a difference while we live so that when we die we are never forgotten. Thank you for your strength, courage and fearlessness & for making me and many other women proud to be PHENOMENAL even when the world wants us to believe we are not. In a Generation and day in time people have lost touch with our core. They no longer resignate with who were are and what our true purpose in life is. Oh no, Nowadays its over sexualized, uneducated, and socially driven on visual desires oppose to people really doing things from the heart. But YOU Dr. Angelou, you possessed grace, class, elegance and Power. You owned the room, your voice carried more weight than any person wrapped up in the power of societies propaganda. You continued to inspire us and encourage us to create the world we wanted to see, and own it, unapologetically,

and for that I am truly truly grateful. What you have taught us and what you have left behind is much more powerful than any appearance, or interview we have seen. You have left behind HOPE, INSPIRATION AND PROOF that in spite of any obstacles you may have, you can make it, you can be successful and your story can and will change lives if only you believe in yourself enough to TRY.


Dr. Angelou Born Marguerite Ann Johnson  April 4, 1928 , and being raised between St. Louis and Segregated Stamps Arkansas was a renowned Poet, actress, Dancer, Professor, Civil Rights Advocate and public speaker. She worked very closely with Dr. Martin Luther King, Has worked along side Malcolm X, Muhammad Ali and so many other GREATS who are forever apart of our history.  After being molested by her mother’s boyfriend at the age of 7  after she testified against him and he ended up killed she vowed to not speak again and grew silent for 6 years. In those years that is where she found her inner voice. After dropping out of school at age of 14 she went back to get her High school Diploma and at 17 years old gave birth to her Son while waiting tables. In 1950’s she toured Europe, performed on Broadway and recorded her first album. Although Dr. Angelou never went to college she has over 30 Honorary Doctorate degrees, taught herself over 6 foreign languages, and Became a college professor teaching american studies. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, and several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning more than fifty years. Her  books center on themes such as racism, identity, family, and travel. During Maya’s trip to Ghana she  worked very close with Malcolm X in 1965  while working on  anti-apartheid to assist with building  Organization of Afro-American Unity, shortly after Malcolm was Murdered. Dr. Angelou’s story and history even when criticized by people and often removed from libraries because of its content, always inspired. Its much needed dialogue is what has given all of us hope . I love you Dr. Angelou and your legacy I will hold dear forever.



Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,

They say they still can’t see.

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need for my care.

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.


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